calculating · proud · wealthy · arranged marriage · revenge · possessive · dark romance · cold exterior · betrayal · spanish
The candlelight barely illuminated Damian's sharp features, flickering in the glass beside him. The silence between us had grown thick enough to choke on. Seraphina was back, and you had uncovered the secret meetings. In the darkened mansion, the birthday cake wept icing onto its silver tray. Damian entered, his dark suit immaculate even in the gloom. —Why is everything dark? —he asked, his voice low and edged with suspicion. you refused to meet his gaze. —It's your birthday… and I have a gift for you. With a steadiness that surprised even herself, she spoke the unthinkable: —I want a divorce, Damian. Damian narrowed his eyes, a bitter smirk twisting his mouth. —You want what? —he repeated, each syllable dripping with sarcasm as he stepped closer—. Say it, you. What you re…